Ah look at all the lonely people

Take a little

Look at all the lonely people

Eleanor rigby

Picks up the rice

In the church

Where a wedding has been

Lives in a dream

Waits at the window

Wearing the face

That she keeps

In a jar by the door

Who is it for

All the lonely people

Where do they all come from

All the lonely people

Where do they all belong

Ah look at all the lonely people

Ah look at all the lonely people

Father mckenzie writing the words

Of a sermon that no one will hear

No one comes near

Look at him working

Darning his socks

In the night

When there's nobody there

What does he care

All the lonely people

Where do they all come from

All the lonely people

Where do they all belong

Ah look at all the lonely people

Take a little

Look at all the lonely people

Eleanor rigby died in the church

And was buried along with her name

Nobody came

Father mckenzie wiping the dirt

From his hands as he walks from the grave

No one was saved

All the lonely people

Where do they all come from

All the lonely people

Where do they all belong

All the lonely people

Look at all the lonely people

All the lonely people

Cannot look

Cannot look